Spirit of a Star

Genetically blessed, but sometimes my minds such a mess. Think I'll move to Mars, I swear heaven seems so far. My spirit touched down to this realm like a star, Cursed to be drawn to the misconceptions of life, Striving to be in it but not of it. If I were shot back into the stratosphere would the strength of my spirit take me far ? Or would I be held back by negativity and fear ? I know not, for fear to me is forgotten. Soaring with my sisters; A great ball of energy. Release my transgressions, love myself and fly free. Granted safe passage from the creator above; Aspiring to be his vessel, Pouring out nothing but love ...